To Begin The Quest Towards The Noble Dark Cause

Crushing the symbol of the bastard

The legions of the unholy horde

Creating this pagan feeling

For us the sun is thy moon

We will cross the sea

Destroying his cursed spree

We'll create a new humanity

Our demonic, five cornered star

Is high raised for our integrity

Tranquillity, silence & peace-

From this day on will cease

"As high as the mountains are-

So dark is the quest"

History will recreate itself

The force of our crusade-unleashed

Christianity-beheaded, gutted

The blood soaking sour, dry fields

Set our blasphemous fires through Christendom

Crushing the symbol of the bastard

The legions of the unholy horde

Creating this pagan feeling

For us the sun is thy moon

We will cross the sea

Destroying his cursed spree

We'll create a new humanity

I am the one who struck layers of plagues

Which ravaged the pure and the faithful "Job"

I am the ambiguous riddle in thousands of

Manuscripts & scrolls-spoken of by many, solved by none

You all, are the reflections of the sallowness

Of my own thoughts-soaked in craftiness,

Yet frightened from the gravely cost

Force-fed neglect of the darkened

Skills & arts of which virtue was stung

And kept, secretly, In hidden corners of our hearts

Brothers, sisters, let us not blame

Ourselves, let us not be ashamed of what

We have become

To take what rightfully was ours-

To start our mighty saga from the point humanity was paused

To learn the lessons of the craft-

To begin the quest towards the noble dark-cause